Using pictures of my brother's ex-girlfriend, Icreated profiles on dating sites, social networks, etc. and, using thosepictures, and my writing, acti...ng, and computer skills, I managed to createan alternate identity for myself. Instead of being Steve Stills, the 30year old IT guy who everyone gives shit because of his name, I was RachelGraham, a 19 year old lesbian living in sunny Los Angeles, California.Rachel was a violin virtuoso with a penchant for celtic rock music and hadcome to L.A.. Couldn’t make out the conversation, but in just a few minutes, I heard Donna coming to the bedroom.“How was your day,” I asked her?She replied, “My day sucked. I was informed at the last minute, that I was going to have to go to our other site. I have got to fly out to California.”“When do you have to go,” I asked?“I have to fly out in the fucking morning,” she replied.The rest of the night was tough. She did inform me that Christy was having friends come over on Saturday.“Are you going to be. She bent down and started sucking hungrily. It was an indescribable feeling, like a powerful current going all through my body. I knew I wouldn’t be the same ever again after this moment.The feeling that I was dying a little with every passing moment went away, and I felt truly alive. Like I could do anything. I felt like a human being again. I put my hand on her head and tried to slow her down. She liked the fact that I’d shown authority.She accordingly slowed down her head and her tongue as. .. and then there was something else. He peeled his hand away from my throat and went to unzip his jeans. Hastily, he pulled them down and off along with his boxers. I wasn’t given a second of warning before he reached over and pulled my head down by my hair and forced my mouth onto his half-hard cock. I’d seen enough porn to know what I was supposed to do but I hadn’t expected Trystan to actually have six or seven inches. Even partially hard, he was big-thick too. So, I did my best to fit all.